My alarm went off at 5:25 a.m. central time this morning.
I sat up, and the first thought that popped into my head was: "Man, in a lot of scenes Bruce Campbell reminds me of Lee Marvin. Bruce totally stole some acting chops from Lee."
At the time, this seemed like pure genius.
But after thinking about it for a few minutes, I couldn't come up with one example to back up my theory.
I still can't.
So much for that early morning eureka.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Anything new makes me puke...
I'm sitting in the chair. I've got four comics in my lap and about 45 minutes until I'm ready to call it a night and head to bed.
I look over and realize my wife is asleep on the couch (with the remote in her hand). This means I can watch what I want. I decide to scan the DVR list before cracking the comics.
Low and behold, there's an hour long show about Groucho Marx recorded off TCM. I select it and find out it's an hour-long interview with an older Groucho on the Dick Cavett show.
For the next hour, I learn, I laugh, I think. As he sits and tells stories of old Hollywood, it becomes clear that the true stories are even funnier than the ones he's making up.
Yep, even in his older years, Groucho had something that nobody in modern Hollywood has. True talent. Charisma. He's smart, he's charming, he's funny as hell, and...who knew...he can almost sing.
At the end of the show, I'm sad it's over. This sadness leads my mind to the other classic performers I love. Charlie Chaplin, Don Rickles, Rodney Dangerfield, Phyllis Diller...the list goes on and on.
And, of course, this leads me to think about the crap that is pouring out of Hollywood on a weekly basis now. Who can my generation claim as their classic comedic performer? Really, is Dane Cook the best we can hope for?
The more I think the more I get pissed about modern comedy. I'll say it, Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler and Mike Myers have no soul. They squeeze out colorful crap with bland humor meant for the mindless. And I'm sick of it.
Same thing with music. I watched 30 minutes of a Motorhead concert today. Those three old farts ripped through 30 year old songs with a recklessness that I can't help but admire.
As Lemmy tore into the bass solo on 'Stay Clean', I teared up a little. And, in Lemmy's honor, I made a promise to myself. No more lying. Not about things that don't matter.
See, in a weird way, I have 'Weirdo Complex'. Since I enjoy a lot of things that other people don't, I often end up lying to avoid telling them the stuff they like sucks.
I'll admit it, I've consciously acted as if Hinder, Hall & Oats and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus didn't suck just to avoid awkward conversations.
Even worse, I had the chance to personally tell Widespread Panic's guitarist that they sucked, and instead I mumbled something about how they 'were okay'.
But those days are over. I swear before all 3 of you now that I will decisively tell people if I think something sucks.
After all, I know it's what Don Rickles would do. Groucho too, I think. Naturally.
I look over and realize my wife is asleep on the couch (with the remote in her hand). This means I can watch what I want. I decide to scan the DVR list before cracking the comics.
Low and behold, there's an hour long show about Groucho Marx recorded off TCM. I select it and find out it's an hour-long interview with an older Groucho on the Dick Cavett show.
For the next hour, I learn, I laugh, I think. As he sits and tells stories of old Hollywood, it becomes clear that the true stories are even funnier than the ones he's making up.
Yep, even in his older years, Groucho had something that nobody in modern Hollywood has. True talent. Charisma. He's smart, he's charming, he's funny as hell, and...who knew...he can almost sing.
At the end of the show, I'm sad it's over. This sadness leads my mind to the other classic performers I love. Charlie Chaplin, Don Rickles, Rodney Dangerfield, Phyllis Diller...the list goes on and on.
And, of course, this leads me to think about the crap that is pouring out of Hollywood on a weekly basis now. Who can my generation claim as their classic comedic performer? Really, is Dane Cook the best we can hope for?
The more I think the more I get pissed about modern comedy. I'll say it, Jim Carrey, Adam Sandler and Mike Myers have no soul. They squeeze out colorful crap with bland humor meant for the mindless. And I'm sick of it.
Same thing with music. I watched 30 minutes of a Motorhead concert today. Those three old farts ripped through 30 year old songs with a recklessness that I can't help but admire.
As Lemmy tore into the bass solo on 'Stay Clean', I teared up a little. And, in Lemmy's honor, I made a promise to myself. No more lying. Not about things that don't matter.
See, in a weird way, I have 'Weirdo Complex'. Since I enjoy a lot of things that other people don't, I often end up lying to avoid telling them the stuff they like sucks.
I'll admit it, I've consciously acted as if Hinder, Hall & Oats and Red Jumpsuit Apparatus didn't suck just to avoid awkward conversations.
Even worse, I had the chance to personally tell Widespread Panic's guitarist that they sucked, and instead I mumbled something about how they 'were okay'.
But those days are over. I swear before all 3 of you now that I will decisively tell people if I think something sucks.
After all, I know it's what Don Rickles would do. Groucho too, I think. Naturally.
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